Reading this blog, one word at a time. Judging, remembering, hoping, wishing, trying to understand, passing the time. What memories have we? None, maybe. Maybe countless. What are they worth? To you, or me, the dark man in the alley way, the business man in his cubicle, the bum pleading for a quarter. The starving child begging in the rain, or the college student in his cramped dorm. Would you sell them if you could? get your money's worth. Buy that new camera, those drugs. Pay off your debts. Save it, lock it away. Feed the child, feed yourself. Would it matter to me? I'd still wake up. Roll out of bed and stumble through my own life. Make more memories, more mistakes. And more changes.
